Lob now found himself staring down three other muzzles, he rose up to his full height to try and intimidate the beasts into cowing. Unfortunately the chains left them nowhere to run so they were effectively cornered animals, the most dangerous kind. He began to laugh as one of the songs the bard tried to teach him came to mind.

[color=007236]"Nicknack!"[/color]
The great club came down on the one on the far left as a hound leapt on his arrow skewed arm.
[color=007236]"Paddywhack!"[/color]
He struck the fletching of the arrow, driving the shaft through his healed hole in his limb into the roof of the mongrels mouth.
[color=007236]"Give a dog a bone!"[/color]
Another beast began to flank him and bit at the back of his calf and had a deathgrip on it with his backswing that let the teeth tear more of his flesh than the bite alone would do.